Beauty

What is about your neck, Shall surely hang you, What lies upon your face, Shall take you away, What drapes upon your body, Shall hide your insecurity, And only express silent conformity, What is to be learned, Is what you hide, Look at what is left, After adornments subside, Is this what you want to be? If so, why worry about what, Things should cover, And hide it, All that matters is you, Your barren-ness, Of thought and mind, The body that holds it, And the true beauty, Of the soul inside it.